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[rhymeswithdeath]

[ The video feed starts, and Stephanie waves. She's sitting on her bed in her "room," smiling through the screen. ]

So, I've been thinking about the whole "space hell" theme this place has going on, and I came to the realization that not everything that happens here is going to be all rainbows and butterflies, obviously.

I mean, this ship is looking more horror sci-fi and less action adventure sci-fi every day. And I kind of like being alive and well, as surprising as that might sound.

[ She pauses, hesitating. ]

What I'm getting at is...would anyone be up for teaching me self-defense?

[ Not that she really needs the help, as self-defense was thoroughly covered in Bat-training.

But if Batgirl wants to go out and about, her alter ego has to be nothing but normal—Stephanie Brown, an average teenage girl with zero space experience, zero fighting experience, and zero spandex experience. ]

Comments

[tyrians]

so

[rhymeswithdeath]

So, it's wrong, bad, no bueno.

Which means you shoudn't let it happen.

[tyrians]

aw man
but i dont wanna

[rhymeswithdeath]

[what even are you] ...okay, try thinking about it this way.

If you help other people not get killed, then they, in return, will help you not get killed.

[tyrians]

well in that case
clearly i should make sure that the scrub who cant keep themshell from gettin killed on their own prawntects me
fuck yeah my shorevior is here

[rhymeswithdeath]

Are you always this rude, or am I just special?

[tyrians]

my gift to you
youre shellcome

[rhymeswithdeath]

Thanks but no thanks. You can keep your fins to yourself. Or yourshelf. I'm not picky so long as you're not a jerk in my general direction.

[tyrians]

well i aint gonna promise that yo
weak pathetic scrubs kinda deshorve to be jerked at